I couldn’t have been happier, the day of our wedding.Looking back through the photos now,it’s hard to believe it - I was so overjoyedI didn’t even notice the Home Secretary there:stood between us on the pagodawhere we said our vows,or sat at our tablestuffing her face with cake.

Parting was hard at the airport. You told me I’d see you

sooner than I thought (youoverdid it. By the time youstopped telling me, you’d got me convinced I’d be seeing youthat weekend). Much harder, though,was when I got to my place on the plane, and there she was,in what should have been your seat,and her awful leopard-print heels.She follows me around now. Goes all the placesyou would with me. It’s really not the same.There she is at breakfast,
and lunch
and dinner...
it would be enough to spoil a lesser man's appetite.I stay up with you on webcam, until my eyelids won’t.Every moment counts - both to be with you, and well, let’s be honest.
In the circumstances,
bedtime’s hell.